Poem Of The Blue Poem by Pradip Saikia

A blue high noon
Revolves above my head

A whirlpool of blue dust
Revolves in the current of the face

Sheldrake
Tornado

Boils in the heated oven

I drown
Standing erect
Like a child in a quicksand

In the juncture of the evening

Somewhere
I smile

Somewhere
I cry

In the mud
I weep

A highnoon of blue dust
Revolves in the current of the face

In the alleys of the
Blue dust

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury